Peter Wilkin's BLOG

Friday, 27 December 2013

One day early in November my wife, Ally, approached me with
tears in her eyes. One of her friends had posted The Rucksack Project video on a
Facebook group that she belongs to & it had moved her profoundly. She asked
me to watch it & I did. Within minutes we had agreed that we needed to
create a Rucksack Project event near to home.

After some discussion with friends we calculated that Bradford was the nearest city to us that might truly benefit from the Rucksack
Project. Within a few days I’d made contact with Mathew White, founder of The Rucksack Project, & created an event page on Facebook. Ally & I
launched the event on our Facebook pages. The response was astounding. Within
one week over 100 people had pledged their support. As people joined the event
they shared it on their own Facebook pages, causing it to go viral. By the day
of our event, almost 500 people had signed up to it.

Prior to this event I’d only been to Bradford on a couple of
occasions. It was a steep learning curve trying to identify & locate all
the homeless projects that served the City. So, I hauled my mate Danny (who
doesn’t ‘do’ Facebook) on board &, with his help, managed to find &
either visit or contact just about every homeless project in the area.

Despite having identified December 21st as the
day of our main event, we quickly decided to ask people to put some rucksacks
together so we could hand them out earlier. Winter was rapidly approaching
& it seemed crass to hold onto all the rucksacks until that date.
Additionally, many people wanted to be a part of the Rucksack Project but
couldn’t make the main event. So, I
identified a number of collection points where people could drop off their
rucksacks & other items of clothing, enabling me to pick them up & distribute
them almost immediately to several homeless projects. Nige Mason offered up his
garage in Idle as the Bradford collection point, Hanna Bennett from People First at the Furniture Project in Keighley volunteered to receive rucksacks
from Keighley folk and Ally offered up her shop, Crystal Space, as a collection
point in Silsden.

One of the homeless projects we connected with was Hearthounds UK, a charity working with homeless people & their dogs.
Danny & I met up with them one Thursday evening, together with people from
the ‘Streetwise’ project who were handing out warm meals in Centenary Square.
It was the most humbling of experiences as we handed out rucksacks to several
homeless people whilst Carrie & John from Hearthounds talked to a homeless
person & his dog. Fortunately, we had a bag full of dog food & treats
with us that someone had donated & were able to hand them over to him
together with a rucksack. His gratitude totally rocked my soul.

When we began planning our event in early November, I had a
vision of us all forming a flash mob & descending on Centenary Square to
hand out our rucksacks directly to homeless people & rough sleepers. I
gradually began to realise the impracticability of my grand plan, particularly
when the number of volunteers ascended into the hundreds. The more I thought
about it the more it made sense to distribute our rucksacks as widely as
possible so that they would reach & benefit as many people as possible.
With hindsight, it was the best decision, given the veritable mountain of
rucksacks that we built in the space of one hour at The Great Victoria Hotel …
too many by far to take out & distribute among the homeless in one fell
swoop.

The huge swell of rucksacks at The Great Victoria Hotel

And what a wonderful venue The Great Victoria Hotel turned
out to be, run by an equally wonderful bunch of people who not only let us have
the rooms for free but also threw in free parking for us all & mince pies
to boot! Huge thanks to Becca Porter, the Meeting & Events Sales
Co-ordinator at The Great Victoria, who bent over backwards to accommodate our
every need &, also, to the indefatigable Helen Rigby from FUNdraising 4 U
who approached the Hotel in the first place & who worked so tirelessly
& selflessly to make our event a success.

Yet, having taken a rucksack along to the Manchester event
the following day, there is nothing to compare with actually handing over a
rucksack to someone who desperately needs a change of clothes, a sleeping bag
& a waterproof coat. I was privileged enough to mingle with many of the
Manchester people who received a rucksack. Their gratitude was so clear to see
& their stories heart-wrenching at times. How incredibly tragic that the
vast majority of people’s over-inflated egos cause them to swerve the issue of
homelessness.

Before we reached the Manchester event in Piccadilly Gardens
Ally & I stopped to talk to a homeless person sat outside the Costa Café on
the edge of the square. His face lit up when we engaged with him & he
proudly took up his guitar & played a song for us. He had a story to tell
& we listened to him for a while. Given our backgrounds in psychiatry it seemed
to us that his homelessness was quite probably related to a lengthy history of
severe mental health problems. And hundreds, possibly thousands, of others
merely passed him by … either repulsed by his difference or, sadly, too focused
on their own personal Christmas missions to even notice him.

Back to the Bradford event & that incredible swell of
rucksacks in the centre of the room. Every single person present (& lots
more who would have loved to have been there but couldn’t make it) was brimming
with a genuine desire to help, to ease the discomfort & suffering of a
homeless person. Christmas, that thing that glitters & dazzles in every
supermarket & department store from the middle of October, had suddenly
taken on its original meaning again. This was a Nativity scene being played out
right in front of our eyes: people arriving & laying down their gifts to
the cause. It was a moment of true giving with absolutely no thought of reward
or recompense but for the common wages of our most secret heart … that inner glow
that thrums gently deep in our innards.

And how heart-warming & reassuring it was listening to
the people from Hearthounds & Horton Housing telling us about the wonderful
work they’re doing. It was at some point during these presentations that
everything disappeared from my consciousness & nothing concrete remained:
no windows, no doors, no pictures on the wall, no people … no rucksacks. Just
an immense feeling of oneness, as though myself & my surroundings had
melted into each other, joined by a unifying purpose of helping homeless
people.

Now, we are done. The event has passed & our rucksacks
are already being distributed to those who need them. In a way this blog
represents closure, though the feelings of solidarity & kindness generated
by it will remain within me always. All that remains for me to write now is a
massive ‘thank you’ to Mathew White, an inspiration to us all … & an acknowledgement
that homelessness is a huge, world-wide problem that needs responding to
constantly. Between us we have done a small but priceless piece of work with
homeless people. Let us think about how we can build on this in 2014 & take
the Rucksack Project forward towards even bigger & better achievements.

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

At last! It's here: Briannca and the Crystal Dragons, a fantasy novel for children between the ages of 7 & 12 ... though possibly just as enjoyable to read if you're an adult, too.

It's co-authored by Marsha Berry & myself & published by Chiaroscuro Books. There are also some wonderful illustrations throughout the book by the ever-so-talented Claire Farr, who also designed the front & back covers.

Want to know a little bit about the story? Ok ...

What would YOU do if you found a dragon in your bedroom? Or a whole bunch of them guzzling mustard and belching loudly in your school's kitchen store cupboard?

That's what happened to Briannca Chardine, an ordinary schoolgirl who, guided by the mysterious Ruby, takes on the unbelievable challenge of rescuing seven time-locked dragons from their crystal caves.

Accompanied by her nerdy brother Enjee, Briannca sets out on a series of amazing adventures where she encounters the deadly fogbrain plants, the mind-boggling Quantum Tunnel, the Moon's destruction by the deadly quirks and much, much more.

If you would like to buy our book you'll find it on Amazon.co.uk right here & Amazon.com here. You can also take a peek inside the book too on both Amazon sites.

Alternatively, if you want to see where some of the inspiration for the book came from ~ particularly the rather strange crystal shop owner, Ruby ~ & can contain your excitement and wait another week or so, we will be stocking the book at Crystal Space in Silsden, West Yorkshire.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Despite the author’s recommendation that A Druid’s Tale be “consumed slowly … in
small bites”, I initially swallowed it whole! Purely because I found it to be such
an addictive read. However, the book is so incredibly rich in content that it’s
impossible to digest in one sitting. Each page is so full of tasty morsels that
it needs to be read through several times and reflected upon in order to
assimilate the words into your bloodstream.Cat Treadwell is a Druid Priest and, by dint of that fact,
she is well qualified to write about Druidry and explain exactly what it is.
Thankfully, she does not do that. Instead, she shares with us her own lived
experiences: real experiences that paint infinitely more colourful and detailed
illustrations than any academically driven text could.Very aware of the absolute folly of trying to impress her
readers, Cat keeps it real from the very first page to the last as she
describes her fears, her agonies and some of her epiphanies, all explained and
related to her Druidic beliefs and practice. I felt myself connecting with her,
even journeying with her as I made my own way through her story. And
connection, she demonstrates, is at the very heart of her practice. True connection
is a communion with otherness: to other living beings, to the inanimate, to the
forces of nature, to our ancestors and to the whole of creation.Guided by Awen,
Cat lays out her pages in this gem of a book in a way that both informs &
inspires the reader. I read her chapter on ‘Public Ritual’ and learned about
responsibility and honour. I read about ‘Dark Mythology’ and emerged bathed in
the light of the beauty of darkness. And I read of Celebration, after which I
promised myself a whole new and more honest way of being with others as I mark
not just certain dates in the calendar but each day as an opportunity to give
of myself to others whilst rejoicing in the never-ending wonders of this
spinning planet.Yet as I completed my first read of A Druid’s Tale,
I felt to ‘know’ nothing more about Druidry as a concept. I had learned about
Cat and how she interprets her role and lives her life as a Druid Priest … but
I didn’t understand the term ‘Druidry’ any more than I did before. I sat,
reflected … and then it struck me. Druidry is not one ‘thing’ that can be
neatly categorised and boxed. Nor should it ever be. Druidry, it seems to me
after reading Cat’s book, is a certain way of being and becoming and learning
how to discover and accept your True Self. It is a way of ‘being with’ the
world in what Martin Buber describes as an ‘I-Thou’ relationship: blissfully
unaware of one’s ego’s restraints and bound together in the glory of the other,
be it a person, a creature, a rock, a star or a goddess.After these insights and still stirred by the author’s
passions and honesty, I gazed out of my window at the rain-lashed moors on the
horizon and listened to the howling wind as it grabbed at piles of leaves and
flung them around the garden. ‘Perhaps this is druidry,’ I thought as the
unpredictable chaos of a gale-blown afternoon suddenly filled me with energy
and the most reassuring feeling that I was not alone.

Monday, 20 August 2012

This is so exciting! I am so pleased to announce that Phases of the Moon, the very first collection of poems from the most lovely & extremely talented poet Louise Hastings, is available to buy now from Amazon.com & Amazon.co.uk

Louise is a rapidly emerging poet who I & a multitude of others have been following on Twitter & her blog for quite some time. It is such a privilege & a pleasure, therefore, to offer you my review of Louise's stunning collection of poems:

‘What
name defines me?’ asks Louise Hastings in her poem called, simply, Poet. Well, after having savoured the
delights of her first collection she is clearly a very talented poet who has
the ability to hold the reader in the simple truths and beauty of her words. So
many times I found myself stepping out at the end of a poem with a sense of its
wholeness fixed firmly within me. That is her writing style. Her poems tend to
capture you and hold you in the lilt and sway of her basic, uncomplicated
rhythms.

Phases of the Moon is a glorious concoction of poems that paint the
richest pictures of an Awakening, ‘away
from the grey and mechanic into the poetic and extraordinary’. In her opening
poem, Shadow Dancing, Louise likens
her soul to ‘a blown fuse’ as, through the process of writing, she begins to
accept the frightening shadows that have haunted her for so long as spaces of
potential discovery, ‘where there is life, death and love’. Striving
desperately to throw off years of shackled emotions, her plea is heart
wrenching and obvious in her poem Monday
as she craves the ‘twisted love and yearning’ of life as opposed to one that
merely ‘drips water along the windowpane’.

Her troubled childhood
features strongly in many of her poems. In the poem Phases of the Moon she finds herself ‘walking the asphalt lights
with jagged shards of memories’, a child cruelly deprived of ‘amber flight’.
Similarly, in Inner Child we find her
‘cloaked in moth wings and dust’ as she ‘trips down present-day halls,
corridors that smell of emptiness’.

Yet, far from being
confessionals, these beautifully crafted poems shine softly like petals in
sunlight: each one an epiphany that carries with it emerging hope as Louise,
herself, becomes ‘a little poem that could’. Love, too, touches her like ‘a
silken tendril along my skin’ as, freed now from the trammels of her past, she
finds herself ‘embraced by the scent of warmer rain’.

Whilst certain themes do
emerge from this collection, each poem is always glazed with a degree of
purposeful ambiguity. Louise has perfected the technique of wrapping her poems
in intrigue as her words take us towards familiar destinations via unfamiliar
pathways. Step into any of her poems and there is always something new under
the sun for us to discover.

Louise’s very first
poetry collection, having touched just about every emotion it is possible to
feel, leaves me thrumming with an inner contentment as her words linger like
the aftertaste of strong chocolate. And the way in which she dips her poems
into the universe and all its mysteries, for me, automatically draws out
comparisons with the poetry of Mary Oliver.

It is so hard to choose a
favourite poem from so many gems but I will leave you with the final lines of Seeing Zebras, a poem of time, mindfulness
and liminal space, where:

About Me

I am a retired psychiatric nurse/psychotherapist and an avid writer brimming with words in search of truth and beauty (not necessarily in that order). I have written extensively on the subjects of psychiatric nursing, psychotherapy, philosophy and spirituality and have over forty published works in various books and professional journals. I have just completed the first draft of my first novel, which is set within the interworld of Psychiatry and which I hope to have published in the near future.